Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My daughter, started, nursery school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence with
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a that seems for real
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the world to see paper's just
Streets take ya, back and forth a shaker
I'm a to the rhythm's breaking off
I get the job done, but some days I take off
D be like, we got no time for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
We're in to win with and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the meek speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, that come out
At night, most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the (uh) cold-blooded (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, give em, us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, cold-blooded (nasty) cold-blooded,
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a little taste of here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the I came
With talk, coke and a Hennesey walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes
Time for war, my artillery the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be magazines, but then buy the source
explain why the force, is with me
Known to bring a rapper down, like did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like this is beat street in
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme to escape frauds
Make broads queens, run things like a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off henner
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's y'all facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done thought of, a plan, it goes